laughter_n_love
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Those of you who know of me know that I hardly ever post outside of the Stories section, but I felt compelled to share a recent experience with this group. If anyone can relate to or shed light upon the story I'm about to tell, it would be you fine people.
Like a good many of our members, I trace my love/fetish/obsession (pick your word of choice) for tickling as far back as I can remember. One of my earliest memories (shared in Biscuit's monster thread) is one of tickling my older cousin as a baby. But when did this fetish of mine originate? What was the cause?
About a week ago, I was at my parent's house for a visit. My wife was in the hospital recovering from surgery, and because my folks live a stone's throw from the hospital, they were kind enough to help me babysit my 3 month old daughter for the day. My mother loves her grandchild, and was only trying to keep my baby amused and happy, but what I witnessed disturbed me...
My mother was holding my daughter on her lap, and out of nowhere, pulls off her little socks and begins tickling her little feet.
As a father with a tickling fetish, I am overly careful about tickling her at all. Even though I can distinguish the difference between the kind of tickling that excites me, and the kind of tickling that is appropriate between a father and daughter, I never want my wife to accuse me of mistreating her. Besides, she's 3 months old...she can hardly tell me if she enjoys it or hates it. As a result, I almost never tickle her.
But watching my mother whip off her socks and attack her feet made my heart leap up into my throat. Is this what she did to me when I was 3 months old? Is this why I have a fetish for tickling today at age 32?
I couldn't say anything to my mother about what she had done. How could I? She was just a grandmother playing with her grandchild, right? Purely innocent. All in good fun.
But was this the sort of good fun that made me the way I am today????
Laughter
Like a good many of our members, I trace my love/fetish/obsession (pick your word of choice) for tickling as far back as I can remember. One of my earliest memories (shared in Biscuit's monster thread) is one of tickling my older cousin as a baby. But when did this fetish of mine originate? What was the cause?
About a week ago, I was at my parent's house for a visit. My wife was in the hospital recovering from surgery, and because my folks live a stone's throw from the hospital, they were kind enough to help me babysit my 3 month old daughter for the day. My mother loves her grandchild, and was only trying to keep my baby amused and happy, but what I witnessed disturbed me...
My mother was holding my daughter on her lap, and out of nowhere, pulls off her little socks and begins tickling her little feet.
As a father with a tickling fetish, I am overly careful about tickling her at all. Even though I can distinguish the difference between the kind of tickling that excites me, and the kind of tickling that is appropriate between a father and daughter, I never want my wife to accuse me of mistreating her. Besides, she's 3 months old...she can hardly tell me if she enjoys it or hates it. As a result, I almost never tickle her.
But watching my mother whip off her socks and attack her feet made my heart leap up into my throat. Is this what she did to me when I was 3 months old? Is this why I have a fetish for tickling today at age 32?
I couldn't say anything to my mother about what she had done. How could I? She was just a grandmother playing with her grandchild, right? Purely innocent. All in good fun.
But was this the sort of good fun that made me the way I am today????
Laughter
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